It feels like a long time has passed. The blade clash was infinitely magnified, and even the sparks of friction were clearly audible.

The black-haired wizard's pupils shrank suddenly, and a figure he thought he would never see again was reflected in his vision... Knight of the Guard, Phanescist.

The last time I heard from him was at the Broken Mountain Fortress... Edward, the night watchman who was confronted by Farnesis and nearly killed, was rescued by the knights of the Guardian in the north of the fortress, while he himself once again traveled to the glacial wasteland to find all clues related to Farnesis.

Before leaving, the knight of the guard also entrusted Edward to convey the information that Farnesis was still alive and possessed the power of the evil god to His Majesty Eckhart II and the archbishop of the imperial capital, hoping to attract the attention of the upper echelons of the empire.

However, judging from the agenda of the Imperial Cabinet and the actions of Eckhart II, this information is likely to be ignored - but it is not surprising that the rumors about evil gods and various monsters in Broken Mountain every year are simply unknown, and the truth of "wolf coming" applies everywhere, unless there is really an army of monsters pressing the border, the empire cannot take it seriously every time.

However, the archbishop seems to take this matter very seriously, and even sent several teams of Knights of Oath to the principalities, and the church army of Broken Mountain also launched a search at the same time.

After all, the matter of Farnesscism is a matter of face for the Church, and the secrets of the Church mastered by a bishop are not comparable to ordinary clergy.

"How are you?"

Loren subconsciously said it a second time.

The Oath Rider, standing with a sword in his left hand, was expressionless, just staring coldly at the black-haired wizard in front of him through the clashing blades.

"Don't worry, Loren Turin, I'm not here to kill you. His expression was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly:

"I have more important work than that. ”

The black-haired wizard who sighed was a little bitter in his tone: "So... Is it true?"

"Otherwise?"

Loren opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer him.

The two of them, who looked at each other, put away the swords in their hands at the same time, and stood within three steps of each other, which could be regarded as a temporary reconciliation.

"This thing... You haven't forgotten it, have you?" As he spoke, the black-haired wizard picked up the fallen wine glass from the ground: "Holy Blood Elixir... Nearly destroyed all of Ebolden, summoning something that was the shell of an evil god. ”

The Knight of Oath was silent, his gaze focused on the glass in Loren's hand.

"Since Farnesis was able to hand over the potion to the Blood Order, it proves that he has more in his hands, and that's not the most troublesome!" the black-haired wizard said in a deep voice, "You also saw the Holy Blood Potion when you were at Ebolden... I don't know if you know anything about alchemy, but it's not the same as I remember, it wasn't blood-red at the time!"

"What does this prove? It proves that the Farnesis is gradually 'improving' this potion little by little!"

The Knight's eyes grew solemn.

"Loren Turin... What are you saying all this for?"

"I want to confirm the purpose of your visit to the Red Blood Castle. Loren slowly raised his head, his eyes flickering, "Are you trying to save the innocent ordinary people of the Red Blood Castle from some uh...'evil' plan of the Fanesis, or ......?"

"As long as you can defeat or expel this apostle of the evil gods, it doesn't matter what the cost... Like Farnesis did at Ebolden?"

The black-haired wizard chuckled and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If it's the former, we can work together temporarily, if it's the latter... I'll kill at least one of them before two madmen can tear down the Red Blood Fortress to ruins. ”

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Fighting you is probably one of the things I don't want to do in this world - but we always have things we don't want to do, but we have to, don't we?"

The expression of the Knight of Oath changed slightly, but his eyes were as cold as before: "There are always things that you don't want to do, but have to do... That's right. ”

The black-haired wizard smiled slightly, but his left hand had already crept towards the second stalk of bright silver behind him.

Time slowed down in this moment.

Loren didn't lie... The Knight of the Oath in front of him may not be the strongest opponent he has ever faced, but he is definitely the most difficult one, and more importantly, the most desperate one, and he doesn't have much to do to kill him.

Do you really want to fight him here, I'm afraid I'm ......

"I said two, have you finished talking?!"

An angry voice suddenly interrupted the atmosphere of slaughter, and the black-haired wizard subconsciously looked sideways, and a man wielding a Legion halberd and wearing a tattered trench coat came into his sight.

At the moment when he turned around, the man wielding the halberd had just blocked the two fanatics of the Order who were rushing towards the main altar, and the sharp halberd blade swept up a black shadow, and the two of them instantly splattered blood on the spot!

"The ...... of the Broken Mountain Fortress" The black-haired wizard who was about to blurt out just now frowned slightly, and immediately noticed the other party's empty chest and legion chain mail: "Deserter?"

"I'm Andrew McAfee, Andrew McAfee of Arles, don't call me a deserter all the time, okay?!"

The man wielding the halberd was even more angry, and the angry halberd blade directly smashed the head of a fanatical believer, and at the same time pulled it out, it was torn off along with his neck: "Anyway, why do you both have the same rhetoric?!"

"Huh?!" Loren Turin.

"Hmmm, what? If you have the time to talk about a bunch of things out there, you won't have time to come over and help?" McAfee's grumbling tone became even meaner: "I'll give you two choices now - either come over and help, or I'll just throw you here and run away on your own, and see how these fools entertain you two bastards!"

"Bell ——!"

The halberd slammed into the ground, knocking down McAfee on the main altar, and he was finally relieved to use this and other corpses to block the fanatics who still pounced on him like madmen.

But in front of a steady stream of mad fanatics, this small "bunker" does not give him much security.

"Anyway, where did these crazy people come from? I used to think that some people believed in the Holy Cross was stupid enough, and there were still people who believed in such old-fashioned antiques? I'm afraid that this group of aristocratic men wanted to fool others, and they ended up fooling themselves first, right?"

"Alas... Man, and the dark-haired one, I said you're not going to help? Can anyone come and help, or tell me where to run from, I followed the knight through the front door... Well, what do I mean when I say you don't help?"

McAfee was slightly stunned, looked behind him in the direction pointed by the dark-haired wizard whose mouth twitched, and then instantly widened his eyes and took two steps back!

Wailing, twitching, struggling... The "corpses" with their arms cut off, their chests torn open, and their heads are staggering up from the ground one by one, their twisted bodies not at all like what humans should be, and their scarlet eyes are howling from their chests!

And behind these "living dead", the fanatics, who were originally relatively "normal", also began to let out painful roars one by one, twitching and struggling desperately, as if a monster was crawling out of their bodies, crushing the last remnants of reason and humanity little by little.

"It's... Can anyone tell me what this is?"

Looking at this unheard of scene in front of him, the terrified McAfee subconsciously stepped back... He has also fought werewolves in the glacial wastes, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel fear when he encounters the unknown.

Just as he retreated, a sharp roar suddenly sounded from behind him!

"Poof——!

Before the frightened McAfee could turn back, a gray-blue sword slashed the claws that were reaching out to him, and the fanatic who had just died once was once again beheaded by Bright Silver, and his body was kicked by the black-haired wizard at the "monster" that pounced on him, and was instantly torn apart by his "parishioners".

"I think this ... Mr. McAfee has a point. ”

Looking around the hustle and bustle of the hall, Loren's eyes glanced at the Knight of Oath beside him, and the other party still looked so indifferent that he lacked a trace of emotion:

"No matter what you do next, you have to solve these 'monsters' in front of you first!"